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The sweet, humid smell of spring at Duke often reminds me of a day about four years ago, when I moved into Gilbert-Addoms Dormitory on East Campus. I remember it in flashes: Beautiful campus. Sweat dripping down my face. 105 degrees outside. 110 degrees inside. So much pastel clothing.
In my four years at Duke, I have noticed changes in our University’s co-curricular world. Our Women’s Center, Center for Muslim Life and Center for LGBT Life, for example, have all created safe spaces, increased visibility and fostered a stronger culture of acceptance.
Slam poet Mayda Del Valle minced no words when she took Reynolds Auditorium by storm last week: “And I’m speaking in tongues / blending proper with street talk / everyday meets academic / bastardizing one language / creating new ones.”
The weather is warming up, the shanties in K-ville are empty and Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching. Is it February already?
With 2010 behind us, I had fun over break looking at different dictionaries’ and publications’ lists of “the new words of 2010.” Sociolinguistic commentators always have a field day around every new year: Some loudly lament the decline of English, and others marvel at the flexibility of our language. Everyone seems to love a good invective against modern society—but why do we care about change in language so much?
What do you drink?
Language is powerful. As our primary medium of communication, it affects us in ways that even physical interactions cannot. Language allows us to bring the private into the public, permitting others to understand our thoughts and vice versa. Language is fundamental, utilitarian and beautiful.
Abbreviations are wonderful.
My friends and I were on the C-1 bus a few weekends ago, leaving an off-East Campus house to get to West and catch the Robertson bus to Chapel Hill. I had just turned 21, and I was looking forward to my first night out barhopping since I had come back stateside.
I grew up in a bilingual household and a multilingual community.
If you’ve ever transcribed a free-form conversation, you have probably been struck by how little of a spoken exchange is made up of true grammatical sentences. Listen to your conversations—we hardly ever talk “properly.” We interrupt each other, we lose our train of thought or we misconjugate verbs and get flustered. We’re not all careful speakers at all times: redundancies, mistakes and misinterpretations are as central to human language as descriptiveness and precision are.
I spent last Fall living in Melbourne, Australia. During my time there, I had to adjust to a lot of things: driving on the left, paying almost $8 for a Happy Meal and eating Vegemite with my toast in the morning.
I’m disappointed with the tone and utter lack of civility displayed by the chairman of College Republicans in writing to The Chronicle—from his rude dismissal of Zach Perret as not one of the “serious candidates” for Young Trustee to his unnecessarily sensitive and mocking Feb. 9 letter to the editor titled “Chronicle coverage of State of the Union leans left.”
It's ironic that in Jordan Rice's April 11 column "Choking on Words," an argument against the importance of "off-hand remarks," his own off-hand remarks are the ones that stick in our minds. Maybe I seem to have "adopted my candidate's sense of humor," but I think that if a writer is going to denigrate a presidential candidate, he should at least be explicit about it. Conversely, if an article is not intended to have a political leaning, then it shouldn't. Rice's passive-aggressive "off-hand remarks" about Hillary Clinton and her personality did nothing for his article. "Focus on the issues that actually matter," Rice says. He shouldn't frivolously attack candidates from his high horse when his entire article is arguing against this sort of pointless mud-slinging.
